No matter how worried about the money is, such a change is enough to stop his dissatisfaction. And as soon as he looked at the final form of "Kiss in the Night", Commander Cao knew how serious Rondo and others were in their lectures on cold weapon special knowledge. This "kiss in the night" is the classic form of short weapons that Commander Cao once used as a typical explanation.

Pulling the "Night Kiss" to their waists and putting on the uniform black full-body uniform of the Alliance Guards, their image has indeed changed drastically. Copying the boss's cool expression of "seeing that the situation is not good, take out the guy and stab it", this Alliance Escort already has the image of a thief army.

In order to make these expensive standard weapons a little useful, Commander Cao still rolled up his sleeves and personally taught a set of extremely used close-quarters daggers to this special alliance guard. Commander Cao confidently said that as long as he practiced diligently, even if he only had a short weapon in his hand, he would be able to impress.

This situation also made the head of Cao's blue bridge dream. Previously, Captain Cao was counting on the joining of these Flame Dwarves to have an immediate effect, although they did so, but the direction of their development was contrary to Captain Cao's ideas. The hoplites and hoplites that Commander Cao was looking forward to now didn't dare to mention at all.

Just ordinary weapons have already made Commander Cao anxious, and the concept of "reloading" can only be an extremely luxurious and unattainable fantasy for Commander Cao at this stage. Everyone knows that reloading troops on the battlefield of cold weapons is a super killer, but that is simply burning money, and what is even more sad is that Commander Cao has no money to burn. Suddenly, finding a vein that could be occupied by Captain Cao has also become a top priority at present.

If it weren't for Rondo's affirmation that there were no veins near this mud snail secluded land, I was afraid that Captain Cao would have put his knife on the necks of the flaming dwarves, allowing them to stretch out their noses everywhere to exert their keen sense of smell for mineral deposits.

Obviously, with such a group of professional and technical talents, Cao's Military Factory has one of the necessary conditions, but due to the lack of raw materials. It has been slow to open the door of the times. This is always a huge torment for Captain Cao. The production efficiency of these flame dwarves is obvious to all, and they have completed the refurnace of bronze and forged 3,000 "Kisses of the Night", which only adds up to more than half a month.

And this is not all of them rolling up their sleeves together, but the senior craftsmen among them have worked together to achieve this appalling efficiency. If they had enough raw materials on their hands, God knows what a terrifying record they could have made.

Captain Cao nestled in the tent and smoked a cigar depressedly, spitting out smoke rings. Watching the cigarette butts go out in the dark tent, Captain Cao felt that this was like his own life, flickering and dimming. I don't know when I'll be able to reach the other side of the light. At this moment, there was a commotion in the tent.

A dark board in the corner was lifted, but Captain Cao was not even interested in taking a look. The rats dug the whole mud snail in all directions, and the frenzied head Cao asked them to dig a secret passage to link to their tent. The ones that can come out of here are either Wangcai's well-fed little brutes who have nothing to do, or those rat-people who like to burrow out here and there are scary rat people.

In the past, Head Cao was still in the mood to play with them, but now, Head Cao didn't have the slightest thought.

A big head popped out from underneath. A pair of rat-man's iconic triangular eyes swayed around the tent, and when he found Captain Cao slumped on the bed like a corpse, he suddenly lit up.

"I can't find you anywhere, so it's the boss you're hiding here. Webb was not afraid to dig his nostrils vigorously and smile with a sinister face. It's as if you've discovered a new continent. In the eyes of everyone, the boss is a passionate person who shouts at a loud voice at any time, and his energy can't be exhausted.

"Can't you be in a bad mood when you're the boss?" said Head Cao, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, he sat up and said, "What are you doing here?" Could it be that you did the cigarettes and alcohol that often disappear in Lao Tzu's room?"

"Come on, boss. Rice can be eaten indiscriminately. But you can't talk nonsense. Your things, except for Wangcai's little brute, who dares to move?" Weber looked innocent, and the boss's words did hurt his self-esteem.

The rat man has the image of a thief, but Weber can pat his chest and assure that after the organized labor reform, he has the potential to become a moral model if he catches a rat man in the mud snail and comes out. Now except for Wangcai's heartless beast, who will disturb the peace and tranquility here?

At this stage, it is not reasonable for the mud snail to be called the first paradise of the entire exiled realm, and whoever loses a carrot here will become the major case of the year. In addition to the prosperity of wearing the yellow coat given by the head of the Cao regiment, who dares to have the slightest violation of law and discipline? If anyone comes here, he can find out the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Boss, I think you should come and see this, you should be very interested!" Webber thought of his intention, and suddenly his eyes flashed again, full of the taste of invitation.

"Have you dug up iron mines?" Captain Cao suddenly had a thrill, all he was thinking about lately was ore veins, and he even dreamed that he had kicked out an open-pit mine, and there was nothing more interesting to him than this.

"It's not. Webber coldly extinguished Captain Cao's illusions, and said categorically: "A group of baboon warriors passed by at our door, that tall!

"Fuck, do I have to be interested in everyone? Do you think I'm as short as you?" said Captain Cao squinted at Weber, and said angrily.

Now Commander Cao's vision is really becoming more and more critical, in Commander Cao's opinion, the current raiding regiment and the alliance escort army have gathered the most outstanding intelligent races in the Exiled Domain, and it stands to reason that there are no strong warriors who can impress him. Baria is a baboon, and he can only work in the second-line troops, so what is there to make a fuss about? As for Weber's description, Commander Cao sneered even more, because with the characteristic short stature of these underground workers, they looked at everyone as a cover.

"Boss, I swear you'll regret it, they're really the strongest macho men I've ever seen, a whole bunch of them!" Webber almost swore by a swear.

"Please don't use the word 'most' indiscriminately, I don't get used to hearing it. No matter how strong you are, you will be stronger than the Sibb and them, and if you speak nonsense in front of Sibb, you will have been repaired by them by now. "Captain Cao's hard-hearted heart is still unmoved.

The baboon branch of the Aipu tribe, Sibu, one of the eight King Kongs of the raiding group, is from this background, and he is also recognized as the strongest ghost baboon in the baboon branch. In the arrogant nature of Zeb and his fellow devil-flesh men, Weber's profligate approach to wearing high hats could only attract hatred.

"Your vision is too narrow! It seems to me that Sibb, though they are strong, is by no means as tall and mighty as they are. Boss, the only one who can compare with them is Barkley. Such an unwelcome situation, Webber was obviously a little lacking in interest, and even lowered his tone by an octave.

"Is there such a thing?" said Captain Cao, thinking he had misheard.

"It's true, if I want to have an adjective exaggerated, then I was born by my stepmother!" Weber immediately came to his senses again, and he was still wondering, the boss has always been interested in tall and mighty men, and there has never been such a table like today.

"If I find out that this is not the case, you will be miserable. Looking for idleness is also idleness, and Captain Cao viciously snuffed out the cigar. He wanted to see how there were such strong baboon warriors in this world, it stands to reason that the rats deal with the main fighters of the raiding group every day, and the macho men in the traditional sense, they have no reason to make such a fuss.

"You passing baboon warriors, please take a moment and drink a bowl of Lord Cao's wine before you set off! Dare to ask, where are you going with your majestic and high-spirited posture?"

is not inferior to the height of the giant forest boar hero, as well as an almost exaggerated oversized chest and thick chest muscles. Their bare skin was dark and shiny, full of texture, and their muscles were tense, as if they might explode at any moment. And their arms are particularly eye-catching, almost all of them have their hands down above their knees, and the muscles on their forearms are noticeably larger than their upper arms, and it is this physical characteristic that makes the rats think they are baboons.

The ghost baboons of the raiding group also have such physical characteristics, but these giant baboons are more prominent. But Boykins obviously has a bit of a headache too, and he's desperate to get these guys for his boss who look like powerful warriors. But the reputation of the rat people is indeed too stinky, and the other party has obviously not been very willing to talk to them. If it weren't for Boykins' repeated use of cigarettes and alcohol to attract their attention, these passers-by would have left long ago.

The rat man is not an alcoholic, he doesn't have much alcohol on him, and he is about to bottom out when he is drunk by these huge guys, and he doesn't know when the boss will arrive. With the boss's incorruptible tongue, Boykins has no problem recruiting these heroes into his home...... (To be continued......)